Stuffing Pillows

Hot summer nights, wild, wild lovin
windows open to the hot night air
night breeze teases our sweaty skin
we writhe and cry out crazy words
shouting moaning the bed's squeaking

The headboard's banging, loud and steady
like a big bass drummer keeping time
until even we can't take noise any longer,
stuffing pillows between the bed and the wall
to muffle the sound of our frenzied desire

I hear loud knocking upon the door
open up! open up! this is the police!
Is someone in there being killed?
open up or we will break down this door!
neighbor's said someone's being injured

stumbling naked, my robe forgotten
Smiling sheepishly I let them in
as they look me over and shake their heads
you smile and wave from beneath the sheets
they stammer apologies, then quickly leave us

I lock the door, and return to your side
we laugh like kids and wriggle together
where were we, before being interrupted?
I think I remember, but refresh my mind
give me some help with this, lets start again

Hot summer nights, wild, wild lovin
windows open to the hot night air
night breeze teases our sweaty skin
we writhe and cry out crazy words
shouting moaning the bed's squeaking